Peerless God Emperor

"Keep your strength hidden." Qin Xuan casually explained.    

When Marquis Yang heard Qin Xuan's answer, his expression froze. Retaining his strength, is that also a reason?    

He took a deep look at Qin Xuan. The current Young Master was a stranger to him, as if he was a different person. Occasionally, he would do something that didn't seem like what he usually did, and all of this seemed to have changed since he came out of the secret realm.    

Could it be that something went wrong when he was refining the Ghost General, causing his mentality to change?    

He once again felt that this was not very likely, so he did not give it any more thought.    

Even now, he still did not doubt Qin Xuan's identity. How could he have ever imagined that a Early Rank of Emperor Stage character who was caught in a formation would actually kill Xuanming Zi and take his place?    

Not to mention him, even the people from the Dark Underworld Sect couldn't believe it.    

At this moment, in the middle of the air, several silhouettes appeared, surrounding the white-haired youth.    

Although the number of people who had made their moves this time wasn't as many as before, their strength was still greater. Every single person who had made their move, were all the most monstrous geniuses from all great power.    

The white-haired youth stood proudly in the air, an expression of absolute calmness on his face. It was as though such a scene couldn't shake his heart. He had seen something even more fearsome.    

"I would like to give you another chance. I hope you can consider it seriously." Jian Qi looked at the white-haired youth and said, "With this kind of lineup, this person won't have any chance."    

"No need." The white-haired youth shook his head. He had never had the habit of compromising with others.    

Jian Qi gave the white-haired youth a meaningful look, but he was still unwilling to give in even at this moment. This showed that this person was a worthy opponent, and if it wasn't for the treasures on him, he would want to become friends with him.    

"There's no need to talk any more nonsense. Let's just start." Han Yan shouted and took the lead to rush out. He had fought with the white-haired youth before and failed to take him down in that battle. But this time, he had to save his face!    

Han Yan was walking on top of the sky, and countless clones appeared in the air. Each clone had an aura similar to that of the original body, making it difficult for others to differentiate between the real and the fake.    

Numerous incarnations attacked the white-haired youth at the same time, as terrifying palm imprints blasted out. The skies changed color as gusts of wind gusted through the area, causing the spectators to feel as though their eardrums were about to be torn apart.    

"Heart Shattering Heavens and Earth Art, the sword doesn't originate from my heart." The white-haired youth lowered his head and whispered. His voice was filled with helplessness.    

After which, his aura abruptly changed as an astonishing sword power burst out from his body. It was like a gale that swept out in all directions, causing space to constantly explode wherever it passed, as though it was unable to withstand the might of his single thought.    

The hearts of the crowd violently trembled. What was he doing?    

His white hair was dancing in the wind, and his clothes were fluttering in the wind. He looked like a peerless sword god who was as arrogant as the clouds, unstoppable throughout the Nine Heavens and Ten Realms.    

He was looking down on everything with a sharp glint in his eyes. This was the impression the crowd currently had of him.    

Many gazes turned to the white-haired figure. Their breathing quickened as their hearts pounded violently. It was as though they could feel the domineering aura radiating from him.    

He was the only person in this world that could match him.    

"Bullsh * t!" Han Qian said in disdain.    

Countless palm imprints descended from the sky, as the light from the great Dao descended. A sonic boom rang out, and at the same time, formless spiritual storms gushed into the white-haired youth's mind, akin to the roar of a beast, tearing apart his soul.    

The white-haired youth looked as calm as ever, with a thought, Sword Qi of destruction appeared in his mind, shooting straight into the mental storm, in an instant ripping it apart.    

After that, his figure directly appeared in front of the Centeral Area which was covered by the palm print. With a swing of his cyan sword, cyan Sword Qi condensed and started spinning quickly with his body as the center, forming a sword array that was shockingly powerful, able to tear apart everything.    

Numerous palm prints struck the sword array but were all torn apart without exception, as they were unable to break through the sword array, let alone come into contact with the white-haired youth's body.    

"This person is so strong!" Countless people were dumbstruck as they witnessed this scene. The shock in their hearts was hard to conceal. Among their peers in the same generation, perhaps only Jian Qi could surpass him.    

Jian Qi's eyes flashed with a sharp light and he said, "Please try to receive one of my strikes!"    

With that said, he stepped across the space and pointed his finger forward. A terrifying sword beam blossomed from his fingertip, and with the resonance of a great dao, it cut through the space like a shooting star, causing countless terrifying Sword Qi s to appear. With a clang sound, he followed the sword beam and rushed towards the white-haired youth.    

The white-haired youth's gaze swept across the sky as his body was surrounded by countless Sword Intent. The cyan sword left his hand, transforming into a cyan meteor that shot through the turbulence, striking towards the Sword Qi.    

"Puchi …" With a pu pu pu sound, the green sword seemed to ignore all attacks, directly passing through the many Sword Qi s, the moment the Sword Qi touched it, it shattered, unable to withstand its power.    

At this moment, the azure sword beam clashed with the sword beam released by Seventh Sword, causing dazzling sparks to burst forth. However, the azure sword was clearly stronger, piercing through the void, disintegrating the sword beam bit by bit.    

"Buzz!" With a hum, the azure sword turned back and returned to the white-haired youth's hand.    

"Saint artifact!" A sharp light suddenly flashed through Seventh Sword's eyes. That azure longsword was actually a saint artifact, and it wasn't just a low-grade one at that!    

He wasn't the only one who noticed it. There were a few knowledgeable experts who could tell that the azure longsword was a saint artifact. They couldn't help but feel a ripple of emotions in their hearts.    

The white-haired youth had his left hand behind his back, while his right hand was holding the longsword at an angle. Indistinctly, he exuded the aura of a proud son of heaven, causing many people to be moved.    

Qin Xuan looked at the white-haired figure across the space. He could not control his emotions and wanted to fight with him. Just now, when the other party released the Sword Intent, he could feel that this person's sword arts had reached a terrifying level.    

"Let's attack together." If the other party had a saint artifact in their hands, it would be very difficult for a single person to take him down.    

Yi Zi, Ning Wuque, and the others nodded. They moved in a flash and attacked the white-haired youth.    

Seeing that, the others also rushed to the battlefield, only to see the figure of a black robe blocking right in front of them, spitting out a cold voice: "Those who take a step forward, die!"